Half A week Ago...

Chris was at his desk inside his office, he'd seemed a bit tired ever since he had stopped Ada, prevented the world from getting the worst zombie/BOW outbreak to date. He still had felt as if he was getting too old for all of this. Reaching forty as a BSAA member - captain or not, retirement was supposed to be right around the corner. He probably would have retired and would have been resting in his bed or visiting Claire, if it wasn't for the promise he had made to himself after he had lost piers.

He sat there skimming through files and papers of the latest mission a new team had gone through. Some outbreaks broke out in a region of Afghanistan. It was Team Charlie, lead by one of his most trusted friends. Cara. He recalled how he met her in her interview with joining the BSAA. He personally met her and gave her the rundown of how the BSAA worked. How the American government allowed there travels to move through borders. Only a few countries thought the BSAA is not exactly something the government should support. Chris found the politics a bit much. As politics always go, it's too complicated for him to care for. He just wishes to help save whoever he can, and prevent catastrophes from happening. It's that simple for him.

The file he read reported how there was friendly fire, civilian casualties put down as 'Collateral Damage'. He sighed, frustrated to even see these words on Charlie. Their reputation for getting the mission done without much of a problem was a winning streak. To see the words 'friendly fire' and 'civilian casualties'. They may need a vacation, he thought to himself. He chuckles softly. So do I.

BEEP. The phone to the corner of his desk rung an electric sounding beep. The sound indicated that someone was at his door. He sighed and folded the file closed.

"Come in," he said sternly, loud enough to have the person over the door hear him. The door opened and revealed a man in a very similar look that Chris bares. Dark brown hair. Brown eyes. Bold and healthy physique, but noticeably younger than him. Terrence Mcneil. He had a look of concern and shock. A look Chris had not seen since they found a lead on Wesker. Chris could already tell he had something big.

The moment Terrence's mouth opened, Chris rose his hand in a gesture for Terrence to wait. Chris's hand then pointed at the chair opposite to his. Terrence stopped and was a bit confused but followed orders without question. Terrence was one of the first soldiers that joined the BSAA when it was founded. He had immense respect and care for anyone who was there before him. Chris simply did not want him being loud and wild in his quiet office.

"Now, CALMLY tell me what you have found," Chris said, as he expected Terrence to speak as calmly as Chris was. Terrence took a deep breath. Shit.

In one swift exhale Terrence spoke, "OK. So, do you remember that request you gave me when I first enrolled? That list of names that were unconfirmed to be dead or alive that were involved with all the first outbreaks involving Umbrella and Raccoon City?" his eyes stared at Chris, knowing Chris knew the answer.

Chris gives a frustrated sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, "...Yes, I do-"

"Ok, good..." Terrence interrupted. "I found one of them and you need to know who it is," Terrence pulled out a folder he was hiding under his black shirt and hands it to Chris. "I figured you should be the first to know before anyone else." His hand extended over the desk and Chris took the folder calmly and then opened it.

The file explained how there is an Umbrella facility that has had several generators powering most of the facility as well as the roof being practically made of solar panels. For a brief moment, Chris's stomach sank in the thought of Wesker still being alive. Two missiles being shot at and three feet deep in molten lava, yet the man also survived an island exploding. It was hard for Chris to actually expect Wesker to stay dead

"What is this?" Chris muttered under his breath. This was not entertaining. The file showed three areal shot pictures. One showing where the facility via satellite. A small number of islands under it and a form explaining the longitude and latitude of the coordinates. "Where is this?"

Terrence gave a sigh and a grin grew. He showed his pride in finding something on his own, "Isla Navarino," Terrence said calmly. "Chile. South of Peurto Williams. It's a small archipelago that's in a large lake."

Chris's eyes darted at him. The grin Terrence had shot away and Chris sighed as his eyes went back to the file. "Why were we not informed about this place up until now?" Chris spoke with a bit more of a harsh tone.

Terrence looked away in confusion and shame. "We were told, sir..." he said. Terrence continued, "But we were also told it was abandoned before the Raccoon incident, so for the sake of funding, we never sent in a team to investigate. More paperwork, and a potential argument with the government of Chile. The BSAA found it unnecessary at the time."

Chris gave an exasperated groan. It was a valid argument, but he didn't care in the slightest. It was an Umbrella facility base that had no supervision of what could possibly be happening that whole time.

"Judging by the solar panels and the generators, it's safe to assume that it is not exactly abandoned," Chris dropped the file on his desk and glared up at him. Chris knew that he should not put the blame on this kid. In fact, he wasn't exactly trying to, but this information had pissed him off.

Terrence chuckled awkwardly. He had no way to respond to a pissed hero. "There's..." Terrence stammered, "That isn't everything, sir," Terrence then reached into his pocket and revealed a printed photo of a black and white drone shot. A side shot of the facility with a man looking out of a window. Chris reached and took it gently from Terence's fingers. Chris studied the face in the picture as Terrence continued. "I sent in a drone to get a better look at the place, but I also found this man. I didn't need to do much research to find out who he was, sir."

Chris studied the face through the pixelated shot from the drone. This guy is not Wesker, he thought to himself. Though, the face was oddly familiar. He had no reason for how the person in the picture looked familiar. Chris had no genuine recollection of this man in his life. "Who is this?" Chris spoke, gesturing the photo.

Terrence looked at him somewhat unsure if Chris even could recall the list of people he wanted him to find, it was several years ago, and was put to the side for more important things, "Sir.." Terrence spoke, "This man is Steve Burnside."

"What?!" Immediately, Chris stared at the photo with a more intense focus. He had never seen this kid's face before aside from a junior high headshot in the report that Chris and Claire made. Steve looked to be in his thirties. He had clearly grown since the Veronica incident. The only reason he had seemed familiar was because of Claire constantly giving the description of how he looked before he died. "I have several questions," Chris mumbled out loud. He put Steve on the list simply for Claire's sake. He never expected him to actually be alive, inside of an Umbrella base, none the less.

Terrence gave a shrug of uncertainty. "There's only one person who can actually confirm if it is him, you know?" he stared over to Chris to which, gave Terrence another glare.

"Kid..." Chris muttered harshly, "Don't..." That's the last thing Claire needs in her life. The guy I let Wesker take, which is also the same person who claimed his love to her, is still very much alive and possibly kidnapped by Umbrella. She'd never forgive me. Chris had to focus on the matter at hand. "Did anyone spot the drone?" Chris said calmly

"There's a high probability that someone did, yes."

Chris groaned and stood up," Get me team leader, Cara. I have a mission for her team."

"Yessir," Terrence said before he turned and walked out of the office.

Chris was baffled to this sudden info that was given to him. He respected Terrence for telling him before anyone else. Granted, if it were a different situation, Chris would have given him a rather heated lecture. Terrence was the kind that would dedicate his life to the people he looks up to. I don't like to be one of those people, he thought to himself.

"How could he be alive?" he mumbled to himself as he sat back to his chair. Chris stared at the picture of Steve as he thought to himself. This has to be impossible. Right? There's no way Umbrella would keep a kid alive unless they found him useful for something. I thought the virus in him was all of the use he had. Chris gave a sigh again, as he knew this much stress was unhealthy for him. He placed the photo on his desk as he leaned over it, leaned his elbows on the desk and rustled his hair with his fingers. He needed to stay focus. Couldn't even think about how he will have to tell claire about this. He knows he has to.

Chris also heard that Barry had recently helped her escape a scenario similar to Rockfort Island. Had he knew that Wesker had a sister, He would have dropped everything to help, but he was busy and knew Claire could take care of herself at this point. Shit! Chris remembered. She lost her boyfriend too. The more he tried avoiding the concept of telling Claire about this, the more it made him realize how bad of a brother he has been in the past few years.

He chose the best way to soothe his thoughts was to call her. No harm in that. He pulled out his touch phone. It was just a simple generic smartphone. The screen lit up and he went to his contacts. A set of names all alphabetized thanks to the phone. He scrolled to the C's.

Chris saw her name right under "Carlos". Another person who was asked to be found since his position in the BSAA, but Jill found out where he was on her own. He was in Argentina, living his life as a Gym Owner. Jill found out he was still taking merc jobs but only if it was to help people or to prevent any unnecessary death. He's the hero type.

Maybe he can be of use to this mission, he thought to himself once more. I could hire him to help my team get in without much trouble. This facility has been officially abandoned way before everything so we shouldn't have any casualties on this one.

Chris made up his mind. Having a reassuring ally on this mission could prevent casualties and personal contact to know if my team is screwing everything up would be handy. Chris called his number. A dial tone started to hum as he placed his phone into his ear.

A somewhat thin Latino voice cuts in the moment the tone went silent, "Ello'. This is Carlos." The voice sounded a bit aged compared to the last time had met up. Him, Chris, Barry, and Jill all went for subs. For Chris, that was probably the last time he really relaxed since being in the BSAA.

"Carlos..." A smile slowly curled on Chris's face as he spoke to the microphone, "You sound older. Maybe I shouldn't give you this dangerous and adventurous mission." Chris knew how to appease Carlos' mentality. He may be in his late thirties now, but he still has the mind of a child.

There was a moment of silence on the other side of the call, but a soft chuckle can be heard before a kind and happy voice can be heard, "I'm always happy to help a friend... Redfield."

.........

Cara had been At her desk in the captain section of the Charlie office room. Her team was quiet, working on their own things while she was cleaning the Beretta 1911 custom S.T.A.R.S pistol that Chris personally gave her as a gift for becoming captain for Team Charlie.

Being grown and raised on a farm, the types of gifts she ever got from her dad were a shovel, pitchfork, and a whip. The shovel and fork she would use properly, but the whip was probably the only thing that gave her any real fun for playing around as a kid. She loved the crack and the echo of the crack that the whip would make. every now and then as a kid, the whip would cut and gash her but she kissed it better and kept on playing. Of course, like any caring father, he eventually took it away from her. She was understandably upset, especially since that was the week she learned what rope whip dancing was.

Cara's deep browns eyes stared at the gun before she gave a heavy sigh. she grabbed the cloth pinched rod and began cleaning the barrel. No matter how many times I clean this relic, I keep finding gunk in it, she thought to herself. She had never used it. Though, she brings this gun to every mission she and her team goes through. She prefers it as a luck charm more than a weapon. Sure, she had used it to calibrate to her handle of the gun and she has used it at the range, but she had never used it during a mission or to take another life, whether it being alive or undead. It just did not seem right to her. Either way, she had never needed to use it, during a mission. She's too good to need it.

Her face curled a simple smile, thinking about that day when Chris gave her this gun she cleaned and of course, someone in her team had to mention it. A heavy voice that was full of cocky charm came and mumbled out of Tucker Blanch, "Hey Hey! A robot can smile like that!?" a quick remark to her usual stone-cold face giving a smile. Tucker gave a grin, a smile he often gives. The brown eyes he had given a caring look to Cara shimmered. Tucker was a big guy - the oldest one of the team. He always wore the classic BSAA uniform during missions and the normal BSAA uniform when in HQ. A black and grey casual suit with the BSAA patch on its shoulder. He had the nicest perspective out of all of the team. His desk was at the opposite end of the dimly lit and spacious room with three other males and desks between them. "It's so rare to see the robot smile. What could she be thinking about?" The other boys had their eyes dart over to Cara, eager to see a smile from someone that they deem impossible to tilt the ends of her lips upwards and rise her cheek muscles

"Does it really matter?" Cara said softly. Her voice somewhat lower than expected from a girl as small and young as her, "It's not like any of you are gonna stop calling me the robot," Cara scoffs. At that moment, Cara wore a tank top and shorts. A hair tie pulling her shoulder-length, light red hair out of her sight of view as she finished polishing Chris's old gun.

The voice coming from the desk closest to her spoke out calmly and somewhat coldly, "I believe there would be a substantial difference in motivation from the team if you smiled like that more often, captain," those words were from second in command, Kyle Summers. A healthy and fit figure that gave a strong and healthy voice. Wearing a tight black shirt and jeans, he is usually quiet. His sharp green eyes usually say enough. He's that type of guy who gives a single glance and would push everyone away. His young and cold soldier-like figure says everything about him

Hearing his voice so suddenly nearly jumped the team. Was he trying to give me a compliment? she thought to herself. Kyle said that as if it was supposed to be a heartwarming statement, but everyone was just shocked he spoke for that long. He clearly means well. "...Thanks, Summers," she hesitated to say "I'll put it into consideration on the next mission," Cara had no genuine reaction to his statement. The look he was giving simmered back into a cold stare and he turned, facing his desk, doing whatever he was doing.

"Well, ain't that a loada' shit," A young voice barked out. The rookie of the team Todd Faulten, spoke as he tinkered on his pistol, seeing if he could attach a scope onto it. "Guys... be honest," he mumbled as his curly hair slips past his blue eyes, "You only say this shit cus she's hot."

Cara scoffed as she crossed her legs and peered her sharp eyes at her team as she waited for her team's response. Kyle stayed silent and ignored what Todd had said while Tucker began to stammer in protest to such a wild concept, "I could never be attracted to the captain, uh no. Not that she isn't attractive. I just could not see the captain that way. She isn't exactly my type."

A simple smirk grew from Cara as she lifted her hand daintily, gesturing Tucker to just shut up, "I wouldn't expect my team to see me that way since I go out of my way to be unlikeable to them," Cara gave a laugh softly peaking over at the boys. They were all looking over at her smile. This was getting a bit too awkward for Cara.

like perfect timing, their office door opened, revealing Terrence. Redfield's assistant, "Team leader Cara?"

Oh. Thank God, "Yes, sir?" She spoke sternly as she stood up

Terrence turned to see her and continued, "Lieutenant Redfield requires your company."